So, I flirted with a Geek Squad agent at Best buy. He was an attractive gentleman who took in my Cannon Digital Rebel for cleaning. Then, after a few moments the interaction was over. I walked away smiling. It was good, professional service.
Then my brain went to war with itself.
(the following is a dramatization, no Bothans died to bring you this information.)
Side A: We'll call my "inner dreamer"
Side B: We'll call my "overly practical, slightly religious Aunt"
Side C: We'll call my "inner Introvert"
That's my internal triangle.
Scene: *walking around Best Buy after interaction*
A: Hey, he's cute and you totally had a moment together there.
B: Or...he's just a polite gentlemen giving good service.
A: You should go back and talk to him.
C: GOOD GOD WOMAN ARE YOU MAD! That would be an unstructured social interaction. You cannot predict how that would go. You are not prepared for this. Give me a few days to plan.
A: I have no idea what his schedule is, he may not be here if I come back later. ACT NOW.
C: *Laughs* You really are mad, come on, we have coupons to use at Jo-Anns. We're going. (at this point my introvert takes control and I walk to my car.)
Scene: *At my car.*
B: this really is for the best. He could be a serial killer, or just a jerk who would now have your contact information. Chances are you'd just be wasting your time and saving yourself from being cut into tiny pieces and stored in a freezer.
A: I guess, but...
Scene: *Driving*
A: I'VE GOT IT. We drive back to the store, give him our business card, and leave a message on the Blog for him if he investigates your website. You can use the Best Buy computers to do it!
B: come now, that's unseemly, you still have to go to the grocery store, and Jo-Anns, and then there's that awesome smoothie to get. Peanut Butter and Chocolate...you're favorite.
A: NO, for SCIENCE!
B: um...what?
C: um...what?
A: I mean, where's your sense of adventure? It's a cute witty gesture and really what is it going to cost us? Another chance to say hello, and the chance for co-vert action in friendly territory. Besides, we buy stuff from BB all the time, it's okay to use their internet for only slightly nefarious purchases.
B: *silently glaring*
C: What the hell?
A: *Makes a U-Turn.*
Scene: *Best Buy, again.*
A: Ha HA! Siezing the Day, look at me log in and work on a blog post. HA! There. Posted. I AM A REBEL!
B: He could be a serial killer. He could be a hidden ass hole, He could already be dating someone.
A: Oh, I accounted for that. See, I wrote on the business card that if he has a GF or BF to disregard the overture. No disrepect meant towards potential significant others.
B: Hrmm, that's actually rather polite.
C: ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO DO THIS? You don't have time to date. You need to get home and paint or level your Hunter or edit your photos from the film shoot yesterday. Sure, there's a chance this could become a really good thing. But the actual chances are so stacked against you that its just better to go home and keep living your life, quietly, peacefully, safely.
A: *Wanders around Best Buy for a little bit. Unintentionally solicits continued offers of "can I help you with anything, Ma'am?" *sighs* Ok... *Pulls out phone, logs onto my website editor, fights with the program on my phone, finally deletes post.*
C: There, doesn't that feel better? Now we can move on with our day. *Walks towards exit.*
A: No *seizes control, walks to Geek Squad desk, smiles, waits a few awkward moments for the nice gentleman to finish with his customers, says "thank you for the help earlier" and slides over my business card. Observes that he smiles as he takes it.* Point for me suckers!
C: OK, OK, now let's go. *Beats a hasty retreat attempting to "Fly Casual" back to car, smiling.*
epilogue: I didn't end up going to Jo-Anns. (I have a 60% coupon only good tomorrow anyway.) Nor did I get a smoothie. I did end up going grocery shopping. And I wrote this blog.
*A, B, & C comes out onto stage and bows.*
Thank you for reading this little drama about my Flirting Adventure.
Then my brain went to war with itself.
(the following is a dramatization, no Bothans died to bring you this information.)
Side A: We'll call my "inner dreamer"
Side B: We'll call my "overly practical, slightly religious Aunt"
Side C: We'll call my "inner Introvert"
That's my internal triangle.
Scene: *walking around Best Buy after interaction*
A: Hey, he's cute and you totally had a moment together there.
B: Or...he's just a polite gentlemen giving good service.
A: You should go back and talk to him.
C: GOOD GOD WOMAN ARE YOU MAD! That would be an unstructured social interaction. You cannot predict how that would go. You are not prepared for this. Give me a few days to plan.
A: I have no idea what his schedule is, he may not be here if I come back later. ACT NOW.
C: *Laughs* You really are mad, come on, we have coupons to use at Jo-Anns. We're going. (at this point my introvert takes control and I walk to my car.)
Scene: *At my car.*
B: this really is for the best. He could be a serial killer, or just a jerk who would now have your contact information. Chances are you'd just be wasting your time and saving yourself from being cut into tiny pieces and stored in a freezer.
A: I guess, but...
Scene: *Driving*
A: I'VE GOT IT. We drive back to the store, give him our business card, and leave a message on the Blog for him if he investigates your website. You can use the Best Buy computers to do it!
B: come now, that's unseemly, you still have to go to the grocery store, and Jo-Anns, and then there's that awesome smoothie to get. Peanut Butter and Chocolate...you're favorite.
A: NO, for SCIENCE!
B: um...what?
C: um...what?
A: I mean, where's your sense of adventure? It's a cute witty gesture and really what is it going to cost us? Another chance to say hello, and the chance for co-vert action in friendly territory. Besides, we buy stuff from BB all the time, it's okay to use their internet for only slightly nefarious purchases.
B: *silently glaring*
C: What the hell?
A: *Makes a U-Turn.*
Scene: *Best Buy, again.*
A: Ha HA! Siezing the Day, look at me log in and work on a blog post. HA! There. Posted. I AM A REBEL!
B: He could be a serial killer. He could be a hidden ass hole, He could already be dating someone.
A: Oh, I accounted for that. See, I wrote on the business card that if he has a GF or BF to disregard the overture. No disrepect meant towards potential significant others.
B: Hrmm, that's actually rather polite.
C: ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO DO THIS? You don't have time to date. You need to get home and paint or level your Hunter or edit your photos from the film shoot yesterday. Sure, there's a chance this could become a really good thing. But the actual chances are so stacked against you that its just better to go home and keep living your life, quietly, peacefully, safely.
A: *Wanders around Best Buy for a little bit. Unintentionally solicits continued offers of "can I help you with anything, Ma'am?" *sighs* Ok... *Pulls out phone, logs onto my website editor, fights with the program on my phone, finally deletes post.*
C: There, doesn't that feel better? Now we can move on with our day. *Walks towards exit.*
A: No *seizes control, walks to Geek Squad desk, smiles, waits a few awkward moments for the nice gentleman to finish with his customers, says "thank you for the help earlier" and slides over my business card. Observes that he smiles as he takes it.* Point for me suckers!
C: OK, OK, now let's go. *Beats a hasty retreat attempting to "Fly Casual" back to car, smiling.*
epilogue: I didn't end up going to Jo-Anns. (I have a 60% coupon only good tomorrow anyway.) Nor did I get a smoothie. I did end up going grocery shopping. And I wrote this blog.
*A, B, & C comes out onto stage and bows.*
Thank you for reading this little drama about my Flirting Adventure.
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